cold expression on my face
my happiness and depression in a race
depression ahead
im so fed up
i can never sleep
consistently heated
beat down by life
i want nothing more to to thrive
my thoughts like a beehive
wondering
should i keep on trying
should i let myself die
i'm rotting on the inside
looking perfectly fine to the naked eye
and so no one will know whats really on my mind
till the day i die
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2024 13:16
- Comment from author about the poem: i try not to hold all my thoughts and feelings in. because when i do that i kill myself from the inside out.
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Comments2
This is quite a sad description of the human condition.But hey we all go through it
except for when we don't. im joking thanks for reading
Great symbolism of the beehive to describe dangerously bitter thoughts. Our racing minds can sting and make our life situation sticky. I like this concept and can’t wait to hear about when the honey turns sweet. Keep writing Vivid, but don’t forget to dance, talented one!
haha, thanks for your read parisab!
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